Foliage doth falley large
Sugary starch for you my love
Folly march for a dolly touch
Toiling in folding, thinking of you my love

So we fall in, gleaming with the rays of the sun
Trimming the view where it is dark
We'd be cats as dogs jealous they would bark
We are young hearts with old souls embossed in futuristic thinking

The gift is your presence
Your acknowledgement; ace wisdom
So we fall in large
Resting into the grass and melting into the soil
we fall like the foliage inviting march
Kisses bright and eyes universal as if in flight
We fall in love and that's our fight.

Together we wrestle into the light  
Falling in.